Haiku por vous
In the dark they are,
They will come for you and me
There is no escape.
Beasts with hungry eyes
Consuming wicked flesh.
Tearing, ripping, blood
Run, run, run, they chase,
I look behind and see death.
I feel their hunger
Claws, teeth, blood, gnawing.
Hot wet flesh fills their stomachs.
Agony, Darkness.
The voices are here
They speak in moans and gibber.
I'll do as they say.
Run, run, run I chase
He looks behind and sees death.
I hunger for him.